That was why she talked.

Patton hardened himself against the creeping ways of the quality.
"I don't think nought," he said roughly in answer to Mrs.Jellison.
"Thinkin' won't come atwixt me and the parish coffin when I'm took.

I've no call to think, I tell yer." Marcella's chest heaved with indignant feeling.
"Oh, but, Mr.Patton!" she cried, leaning forward to him, "won't it comfort you a bit, even if you can't live to see it, to think there's a better time coming?
There must be.

People can't go on like this always--hating each other and trampling on each other.

They're beginning to see it now, they are! When I was living in London, the persons I was with talked and thought of it all day.